1906 



GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



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life. Let me tell you. .s(jme day. when you 

 come into dinner, and it is not ready, the 

 baby ercss. or wife ill. instead of scolding or 

 even lookina; sour, just smile, and go up to 

 her and put your arms around her anil kiss 

 her. right in the mouth, just as you used to 

 do when you courted her. Nothing will 

 brush away the clouds like that. It will do 

 her more good than any thing else in the 

 world. I regard my wife as my equal in all 

 things, and my superior in many. I would 

 not have married any other kind: and to-day, 

 as I see the signs of failure appearing, the 

 best thing I can say to her is that, after all 

 these years, if I had the opportunity [ would 

 do the same thing — i. e., marry lier. Yes, 

 sir I I'd do it again, and pay the preacher a 

 double fee — if she'd have me. I used to 

 wonder if she would have me, and now I 

 wonder why she did. 



Wives, be in obedience unto your husbands 

 — that is, be not gad-abouts, or peddlers of 

 cheap gossip of the neighborhood, Imt take 

 delight in learning to make good bi'ead and 

 apple dumplings. 



There is an evil I would ei-y out against, 

 and I don't know of any meaner name to 

 call it than "nagging." It is a grievous evil 

 that has wrecked many a home. One day I 

 was in a station waiting for a train. There 

 was a young husband and his wife, and two 

 "fool" girls who brought all their powers 

 of flattery to bear upon the fellow until he 

 was really foolish. The wife bore it all in 

 silence till the train came. He took a last 

 long lingering look after them, and then 

 turnetl to his wife and said, "That girl asked 

 me to call on her." The wife replied, "You 

 can have her if you can get her." But what 

 it cost her to say that, the twitching of the 

 lips and the expression of the eye only hint- 

 ed at. Don't nag each other — don't. Hus- 

 band and wife, listen. 



■ The time will come when one of you shall harken 



In vain to hear a voice for ever dumb; 

 Morns will fade, noons pale, and shadows darken, 

 While sad eyes watch in vain for feet that never 

 come. 

 One of you two will some time face existence 



Alone, with memories that but sharpen pain, 

 And these sweet days will shine back in the distance 

 Like dreams of summer dawns in nights of rain. 



Let me tell you, never talk loud to each 

 other except when the house is on fire, and 

 don't set it on tire to get a chance to ••hol- 

 ler." 



Then there is another thing found in the 

 home we must not forget or pass by-the babies. 

 Bless their dear souls! those sweet armfulsof 

 soft little balls of love that bind us all to- 

 gether — there never come too many that coo 

 away the days and grow up until the mother 

 wonders where they have gone. 



But. to get back to the text, "Go home!" 

 This is nearly Christmas time, and a custom 

 has gained to make that time a season of 

 home-coming. How or when it came to be 

 that way, I don't know; but often when 

 traveling on the cars I ask the train men, 

 " Where are you going to spend Christmas?" 

 They say, "I'm going home to see father and 

 laother. I haven't seen them for a year or 



two years." This, somehow, makes me feel 

 good. There are hundreds of fine, manly, 

 big-hearted young men employee! on the 

 railroads, and I would say to you. •'Boy.s, go 

 home and see your parents every time you 

 can. You will never I'egret it. They talk 

 of you in the day time and dream of you at 

 night. Go home and spend Christmas every 

 year so long as they live. 



Now I'll soon be done. Some will say 

 this is a domestic sermon. I know it is: and 

 the only life worth living is the domestic 

 life. Christ had more to say about the ilo- 

 mestic life than any other. It is the only real 

 life; all others are merely "shams." 



The foundation of this republic rests upon 

 the domestic life, and there is enough do- 

 mestic for it to rest upon. That which made 

 the late lamented McKinley great was his 

 devotion to his afflicted wife; and to-day the 

 whole nation feels best and sleeps soundest 

 when they know that Mr. Roosevelt goes 

 out and plays on the lawn with Qiiinten. 

 We knoiv he\s at home. 



"THE CALIFORNIA COLD PROCESS;" "COM- 

 POUND EXTRACT OF SALYX. 



Mr. A. I. Boot:—Yov years I have placed a g:ood deal 

 of reliance on your judgment. Now will you please 

 tell me if I can place any reliance on the enclosed cir- 

 culars; also please tell me what the compound ex- 

 tract of salys is. I took Gleaxixgs until I ran out 

 of bee.s — that is. almost out. I have seven stands, but 

 no honey. Every thing is dried up here. 



Panama, N. H. J. R. Casselmax. 



For several years past all of our agricultu- 

 I'al papers have been cautioning people 

 against investing money in the California 

 cold process, etc. Let me repeat: There is 

 no such thing as ' • compound extract of sa- 

 lyx." It can not be bought anywhere but 

 of these swindlers, and they know it. The 

 same thing has been trotted out from vari- 

 ous localities for years past. The stuff they 

 send you for your money has been several 

 times pronounced injurious to the health; 

 and, if I remember correctly, the Depart- 

 ment of Agriculture, at Washington, issued 

 a bulletin some years ago, cautioning people 

 in regard to using any such chemical pre- 

 servatives. 



••THE ART OF ATTRACTING AND CATCHING 

 SWARMS." 



You might say in Gleaxings that, if the people who 

 live on the prairie where timber is scarce, will nail 

 boxes up in trees with a small opening in the box. 

 they can catch lots of stray swarms. I know a man 

 who nailed up empty hives and caught 16 swarms one 

 summer. A man on the South Loup River nailed up 

 three boxes and got a swarm in each the tirst week. 

 He got one swarm the next day after he put up his 

 box. The Illinois man is a fakir, and the government 

 should stop his mail. T. J. Qcail. 



Miller, Neb. 



Friend Q., we are very glad to get the 

 above, because it makes it vei'v plain indeed 

 how Bryan, of Ficklin, 111., gets his testi- 

 monials (and his dollars) from unsuspecting 

 people. Boxes put up, such as he describes, 

 will catch runaway swarms just as well with- 

 out the red rag or the perfume of anise. 

 See pages 752, June 1, and ^97, July 1. 



